Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #6 (Ewan McGregor)

(Warning: Intense make-out session)

I peeked out the caboose door and said, "Somebody's enjoying himself out here."

Ewan glanced over at me and smiled. "You have no idea," he replied with a brightened face.

"I think I do," I chuckled. "I know that smile anywhere. It means you're ridiculously happy."

"I am," he said while hopping off of the bar. "And it's not just the train I'm talking about."

I blushed and walked back into the room. "That's cute, Ewan."

He quickly followed after me and grabbed my waist from behind, making me yelp as he lifted me up. "Don't hit my head on the roof," I giggled, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Ewan was obviously stronger, but he lowered me the tiniest bit. "I won't," he smiled. "Have faith in me, love."

"I do," I replied. "But not when you're acting like this."

He set me back on the floor and turned me around to look at him. "Acting like what?" he asked in a tone that implied he knew exactly what I was talking about.

Ewan's handsome face was inches away from my own, and I could feel his warm breath fanning across my skin. "You know what I mean," I responded in a shaky voice.

He smiled and backed me up into a nearby wall, looking down at me with passionate but loving eyes. "Yeah, I do," he said, and then he crashed his lips onto mine with unrelenting hunger.

I sighed into his mouth as he kissed me slowly, exploring every inch of me with his tongue. Ewan tasted of fresh mint, and I shivered involuntarily at the sensation of his large hand grabbing my thigh. He lifted it up and wrapped it around his torso so that he could get closer to me.

Even though he was fully dressed, he still pressed his pelvis on me, and his hips began to thrust at a seductive pace. I desperately wanted to have sex with Ewan, but it wasn't the most ideal location to do it, so I put my hands on his chest and reluctantly pushed him back.

"Let's not do it here," I breathlessly said. "Just wait until we get home."

 "Come on," he groaned in frustration. "Nobody will notice."

"Oh yeah," I scoffed. "Nobody'll see the rocking caboose as we have sex."

Ewan shook his head and laughed. "Alright, if you don't want to do that, can I at least make out with you a bit?"

I had been dating him long enough to know that there was a difference between making love and making out, so I ended up nodding with a smirk. "Fine."

He nodded back and gestured over to a seating area that, conveniently, just happened to be there. It was wooden and probably uncomfortable, but I didn't care. Ewan was going to make me feel good either way.

I laid down on the bench and watched as he took his gray T-Shirt off, revealing his beautiful, fit torso. He then crawled over me and interlocked our lips together again while I slid my hands up his bare chest.

Since we were in a small room, our breaths and moans were the only things that could be heard within a few feet of the caboose. Ewan decided to make me louder by moving down to my neck, and he attacked my weak spot with his heated kisses. I gasped and gripped onto his back as he continued his relentless tirade, sucking my skin at an excruciatingly slow pace.

I muttered his name so many times that I thought he would eventually be annoyed by it, but Ewan encouraged me to keep going, placing small kisses along my jawline, neck, and collarbone. His muscles tensed underneath my fingers every time he moved, and I wished I could've had sex so he could work harder, but I decided to be patient instead, letting him give me the euphoria that I always craved when I was around him.

Ewan and I made out until we were too tired to keep going, which ended up lasting about an hour and a half. He got off of me and pulled his shirt back on. "Are we still good for tonight?" he asked with a smirk.

"Is that even a question?" I replied while standing up.

He grinned widely and kissed my forehead. "I can't wait, my darling."

"Me either," I chuckled.

Ewan took my hand and led me out of the caboose with an excited expression on his face.